Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
CMW,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.